"What are you talking about? Go and prepare the horses!" Gu Changlin interrupted Pang Yi coldly before he could finish.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Pang Yi agreed repeatedly, and then hurried to lead the horse.
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Jixian Book House.
As soon as the carriage stopped in front of the door, Pang Yi jumped off the carriage and helped Zhong Mingwei down. When he was about to help Gu Changlin, Gu Changlin had already jumped off the carriage by himself and strode into the yard. He asked anxiously, "Where is the girl?"
Chen Qingxuan heard the noise in the room. He hurried out and saw who was coming. He excitedly stepped forward and grabbed Gu Changlin: "Mr. Gu, please go in and take a look!"
Gu Changlin looked at Chen Qingxuan, who was soaked all over, and said nothing. He followed Chen Qingxuan into the room.
Grandma Chen and Gu Qingtong were both in the room watching over Meiya. Seeing Gu Changlin coming in, they quickly made way for her. Gu Changlin sat on the edge of the bed and flipped Meiya's eyelids. He also felt Meiya's pulse. Then he breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, we rescued her in time. The water has been pumped out, and she's fine now."
Chen Qingxuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then he heard Grandma Chen crying, "What's wrong with this girl? Why is she so depressed?"
Gu Qingtong's eyes were red too. When she was halfway through the play, Grandma Chen felt tired, so she helped Grandma Chen back to rest, and then she found that Mei Ya was gone. She and Grandma Chen looked for Mei Ya for a long time, but couldn't find her. Grandma Chen was anxious and called Uncle Chen to drive to Jixian Book House. She originally wanted to inform Chen Qingxuan and let him go home to look for her together. But she saw a vague figure walking on the edge of the lake, one foot deep and one foot shallow. Gu Qingtong had good eyesight and recognized Mei Ya, but before she could call out, Mei Ya plunged into the lake.
Fortunately, they were not far from Jixian Bookstore, and Gu Qingtong called Chen Qingxuan over after a few shouts. Otherwise, with so many old and young people in the car, how would they have a chance to rescue Mei Ya?
Chen Qingxuan listened to Grandma Chen sobbing, and then looked at the person who was still sleeping on the bed. How could he not feel sad? He was so depressed and uncomfortable that he could not hold it back any longer. Then he saw Pang Yi limping in with Zhong Mingwei, and Chen Qingxuan's face suddenly turned cold.
"What are you doing here?" Chen Qingxuan stepped forward and blocked the two people's way. He stared at Zhong Mingwei with cold eyes, as if he wanted to cut a few pieces of flesh off Zhong Mingwei's body. "Are you here to see if that stupid girl is dead? If she's not dead, you're going to give her another stab?!"
"Chen Qingxuan!" Pang Yi angrily interrupted Chen Qingxuan's words. He had always respected Chen Qingxuan very much, but this was the first time he called him by his name, and in such a tone, "What do you know?! You know nothing, why do you talk to my master like that?!"
"Then what do I need to know?" Chen Qingxuan's voice became even colder. He looked at Zhong Mingwei's pale face and said coldly, "Do you want to know that there are really ungrateful and heartless people in this world? Or do you want to know that the girl is blind?!"
"Chen Qingxuan, I'm warning you!" Pang Yi suddenly grabbed Chen Qingxuan's front, pointed his finger at Chen Qingxuan's face, and said with gritted teeth, "I respect you as a scholar, but if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will still beat you up!"
"I deserve to be beaten, but what about him?!" At that moment, Chen Qingxuan pushed Pang Yi away like a madman, grabbed an inkstone on the table and smashed it hard on Zhong Mingwei's head.
“Bang!”
Blood and thick ink splattered down, Zhong Mingwei staggered and was about to fall, but he still held on to the table. As soon as he stood up, blood flowed all over his face.
"Your Highness! Your Highness, how are you?!" Pang Yi was so frightened that he suddenly rushed over. While supporting Zhong Mingwei, he hurriedly tore his robe to wipe the ink and blood from Zhong Mingwei's head and face. "Your Highness, you...you have to bear it for a while..."
Chen Qingxuan stared blankly at the inkstone in his hand, then at Zhong Mingwei, whose face was covered in ink and blood. Suddenly, his hand loosened and the inkstone fell to the ground with a bang.
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